[Note - this section contains an alcohol-induced gap in Caden's memory with ambiguity around what happens during that gap, referenced later in the story. In case this is upsetting to some readers I'm giving warning here.]

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The intercom buzzes twice before Hale's voice crackles through — "Who is it?" — the same baritone Caden had heard on a hundred conference calls, smooth as poured bourbon.

"Caden Voss." His voice comes out softer than he intended, vowels rounding at the edges.

A pause. The static hisses.

"Sorry?"

Altered Fates: The Legacy of David - Part 1

By Marie7342231

A week later. The alarm blares and Caden slams a palm down on it, the sharp sting of impact radiating up his wrist. He stares at the ceiling. Podcast day — out of town, he and Hale are both guests on the show. Keynote finalized. Twenty-eight days since the first flannel seam had scraped his neck raw.

Caden wakes with his arms folded across his chest, fingers digging into his own ribs. A dull ache pulses beneath the skin — persistent, like the ghost of a bruise. He rolls onto his back and hisses as the sheets drag across his nipples, rough against skin that had turned traitor overnight. The pain isn't localized; it radiates outward in concentric circles, tightening with each breath. He presses the heel of his hand against his sternum, testing. The pressure sends a jolt down to his navel.

Chapter 27 – Wings of the Queen

A bathroom stall. The ward bathroom — three stalls, the strip lighting humming above, the particular echo of hard surfaces. You are sitting on the toilet and you don't know how you got here. Early morning from the light under the stall door, the ward not yet fully awake. The gap between whatever came before and this stall on this morning is blank and featureless as the gaps always are.

The first thing is the seat.

Not pain — just wrongness, a soft pressure where there shouldn't be softness, the wooden chair coming up against sensitive and unfamiliar flesh, flesh that registers the hardness of the wood with a directness that makes you shift immediately, instinctively, your weight rolling forward onto your thighs. Better. Marginally. The underwear is wrong too — something silky, something that rides and gathers in ways that underwear shouldn't, the fabric light against skin that is reporting every thread of it.

You look at the table.

Chapter 25 – The After Party

By the time the night cycle began aboard the Queen’s Rage, the mess deck had transformed from a sterile cafeteria into a celebration zone. Fluorescent lights had been dimmed and replaced with soft golden hues, casting a warm glow over the crowd. Streamers and makeshift banners—scavenged from storage and splashed with squad colors—hung between bulkheads, fluttering with each vibration of the ship’s engines.

There are worse places to be trapped than a cozy farmhouse on a snowy Christmas Eve. Worse people to be trapped with than Luke Shepherd. But belonging requires truth, and staying requires courage, and Mark is running out of both. It's a good thing Christmas has always been about miracles.

Chapter 23 – The Summit War

The flag's light pulsed once—a brilliant flash that surged through the darkness, momentarily dispelling the swirling smoke that clung to the air like a thick veil. Gradually, it steadied into a slow, rhythmic glow, a heartbeat of illumination in the oppressive gloom. Kara gripped the pole tightly, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps behind the visor, her heart racing in anticipation.

For a few tense heartbeats, the world around her held its breath, suspended in an eerie stillness.

Author's note: I took a long break from this story because I was trying to figure out how to write fighting scenes better, especially since it is a huge part of the story at this time. I think I have come up with a battle sequence that should be intense and fun to read. So I went back to the setup to add more details to getting them armored up. I hope you enjoy the upcoming chapters.

Rosa’s Voodoo Repository
by Lin Dale

PART ONE – ROSA’S STORY
(The final part, Part Two, is written and will follow shortly)

Chapter 1: A Tale of Two Cupcakes (and One Questionable Decision)